Sunday, March 25, 2018

Gavin
Douglas joins a Scottish mission as a carpenter to escape painful memories of
his wife’s death from a back-alley abortion she tried to keep secret from him.
The last thing he expects to find in Africa is instant attraction to a native.

For
the past year, Zenda has devoted her time to Claymore Missionary, secretly
erasing everything taught to her tribe’s children to prevent them from becoming
whitewashed. Nothing else matters except claiming her tribal identity as a
woman. But before her eagerly awaited rite of passage can take place, Gavin
lays his own claim on her body, igniting desires she can’t face losing.

Gavin
is horrified to learn of the physical transformation—and associated risks—she
insists on undergoing. When he realizes his biggest loss may be yet to come,
his only mission is to teach Zenda pleasure.

Daughters of Africa ~
African women who shaped the world and the men who love them

Excerpt (erotic)

To his utter
shock, Zenda grabbed the hem of her robe and lifted it up her legs and torso.
Dumbstruck, he watched as it sailed over her head and landed neatly onto the
nearest rock. Nothing remained on her body except her necklace and a brief
loincloth.

Fully
revealing her breasts. Tipped on the ends with nipples as dusky as soot, they
made the most perfect picture he’d ever seen. A sudden weight pressed against
his whirlygigs until he feared they might explode.

How could a
girl who’d shied away from kissing flaunt her bare breasts as if they were no
different than her elbows? He clearly had a lot to learn about Africans…

To cool his
burning crotch, he waded in with her. Remembering the mission rules and the boy
with the spear, he decided to leave his clothes on. Besides, he didn’t know
what kind of sharp-toothed creatures might be lurking in the murky-brown pool.

Her chest
looked even lusher with rivulets of water forming pearly webs across her dark
skin. She couldn’t expect him not to touch her. The calm surface of the pond
rippled as he scampered across the moss-slickened rocks underfoot.

She backed
up a step, much more gracefully than he. When her eyes widened, he almost
glanced over his shoulder to see if a lion crouched nearby. Until he realized
the creature she feared was him. A dragonfly landed on her shoulder, flexing
its lacy wings, ready to fly away at any moment.

What was she
trying to do? Lure him into doing something that might get him into trouble?
He’d broken the mission’s anti-lust rule today many times over. After all, he
was a white man, the enemy. And she’d made it clear she didn’t care for the
whites moving into her land and changing everything.

But a man
had only so much self-control, and his had just run out. After locking an arm
around her waist, he pulled her body into his and clamped his mouth on the peak
of one breast. The dragonfly darted off, buzzing past his head.

Her sharp
grunt raised the hair on his arms. Because he didn’t know if she’d done it from
fear or pleasure. And what really shocked the hell out of him? He didna care.

She dug her
fingernails into the back of his wet shirt as he sucked the other firm peak
between his lips. His jaw convulsed, causing him to nick her puckered flesh
with his teeth. She grunted again and churned the water into a frenzy with her
flailing limbs.

He backed
her against a half-submerged mangrove tree, grinding her soft pelvis against
the curved root until the latter creaked and damn near snapped. He tugged on
his belt, a heartbeat away from releasing his cock and spearing her with it.

Good God. I’m acting like a savage beast!

How could
they exchange prayers about trees one moment and end up this way the next? He
had no idea he’d been carrying around such pent-up needs. Never before had he
felt such burning lust for any woman—of any color. Maybe he’d better head back
to port and find a place where he’d be safer and saner. A place with no women.

With a
wrench, he pulled himself from her. She wasted no time throwing herself at him,
like a cougar leaping from a tree branch, until he fell into the water.

Sputtering,
he surfaced for air. “What the hell did you do that for?”

She cradled
her hardened, wet nipples in her pale palms, which didna slake his lust one damn bit.

“Y-you
attacked me!”

“And you
asked for it,” he said, still gasping from the water he’d choked on below.
“Parading around in front of me half naked.”

She gazed
down at her upturned breasts, understanding dawning on her face.

Things
couldn’t be worse for Ranson, an out-of-work genie. Once coveted for his
ability to grant wishes, he and his kind are reduced to commodities and subsist
on gig jobs through an employment agency catering to elite clients.

Ranson’s
recent masters and mistresses worked him to the bone before tossing him aside
for newer, more advanced genies with specialized knowledge in rigging the stock
market, getting candidates elected to office, changing the weather… Damn. He
sucks at that stuff. His sole talent is granting wishes for women to retain
their youth.

Alexandra
Prescott, billionaire CEO of a film and TV conglomerate, is only twenty-nine
but figures a genie can keep her looking good without surgery, a necessity in
beauty-obsessed Los Angeles. Not sure what to expect when he arrives, she’s
surprised how tall, virile, and luscious, he is. A real hottie and no pushover.
Tired of the crap he’s put up with, he insists she treat him with respect, not
merely as a service she’s rented.

She’s
game and wants to get to know this bad boy. Up close and personal, they explore
what they both crave: heated days, wicked nights, learning their strengths and
weaknesses, touching each other’s souls. Wow.

They
fall hard and fast, but in order to secure their future, there’s one last,
nearly impossible hurdle they have to face…